Life it goes on and on and on on

I'm getting older

Now I'm looking back on my life I'm trying to control the

Narrative by how I live

Forgive me if I get rid of

The things that make me colder

I need to lighten the load on my shoulder

Of the dreams they sold us (hey)

I was working so hard climbing the job ladder

It was sad selling myself to something that didn't matter

It would've been sadder if I wasn’t so afraid

If it weren’t for her I probably would've stayed

I was a resource to them because I was paid

And I was a slave to the great paper trade

And she kept saying “wait” again and again

If it keeps going you’ll probably go insane

We need to escape

With the paper we make

We will scrape and we’ll take

All our savings and get away

I could’ve Office Spaced that place set it ablaze

Even though that really wasn't the way I was raised

So I kept walking and acting unphased with a big backpack on till I was sat on a plane

Would you believe me if I said I found peace so profound when my feet first touched the ground in Denpasar

So bizarre

I'd never felt such peace in my heart

It wasn't stress free nor was it easy

To address anything displeasing

But we had the best swan song

And now our lives can continue to go on

I'm back now and everyone round town and all my friends and family either have a house

Or they’re getting married, maybe even have a child

And I’m… I’m here existing just like “ooo”

Ooo wow, it's kinda wild how I haven't seen another person in a while

I kinda feel like a hermit in exile

Do I start to feel nervous around now?

One day I'd love to have a house, a partner and a child

Or children running around

But when I think that out loud there's a voice in me screaming “when?” and “how?”

No more parting the Gs like Moses

And no more -after the party- sleeping in the car in the cold

Till five in the morn

Won’t fly anymore

But life, it goes on

Life it goes on

Life it goes on

I guess I’m getting older…